Malice in Summerland

I don't want to breathe. I'd rather listen to words spoken like air refused. Hold your tongue like a cross to your heart, I won't take your scripture or your drink. To think; I don't wish to deny you entry to your 7 sin wonderland, Alice, from within, take me to the Scotch tea part as an overdressed guest. Smile like a cat in heat, what a feat! To charm a mad-hatted priest. I don't want to breathe.

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